Okay, in the case of Taste of Cherry, it’s more like the intellectual equivalent of horsefuckery. It’s a film ostensibly focused on death and the morality of suicide, but it’s such a plodding, boring mess that any real discourse on the topic is easily slept through.
Days of Heaven is, simply put, a pretentious, unstructured, god-awful mess of a film that manages to get high marks from reviewers on it’s cinematography alone, because the images somehow imply higher meanings from the film that simply do not exist.